Lyrics:

That's when we (2x)
That's when we ride.
That's when we (2x)
Ride on these bitches
(Repeat)

That's when we ride on bitches,
You fucking faggot snitches,
So don't you try, we're packing 9's,
We leave you dead in ditches
(Repeat)

Don't get us wrong
We only made this song,
To make you feel hard
When you hit the bong.

When the 40`s up
And then the 40`s gone,
To lick shots kill cops,
To a hip-hop song.

So pull them toasters
Out them holsters,
Pull that shirt right
Off your shoulders,
Pull that 9 this is how you hold her,
Pull that trigger, H.U. soldiers.

Punk, rock out on the block,
Tick tock you can not stop (stop),
Hip-hop like when we drop top so hot
Johnny 3's been drinking whiskey,
Trigger finger feeling frisky,
When you shoot it's so damn risqué,
Dead in a ditch,
But I hope you miss me

That's when we ride on bitches,
You fucking faggot snitches,
So don't you try, we're packing 9's,
We leave you dead in ditches
(Repeat)

Wait up hold on - oh no,
Got you faggots in a choke hold,
And I think I like you,
But my 9 show don't.

And how many shots till
you hit that flow, I bet fo.
Yo Charlie you loco
Fo show, how many
People dipping in my fo door.

I see three - bitch no,
There's five in the back,
And your girls on my lap,
She's a down low, pro ho, fo show.

What? - what the fuck did I just say?
I don't ask any questions I just spray.
So hey, what I may say may be risqué
Deuce made me this way.

That's why you don't want no beef,
'Cause me verse you's like beat the geeks.
And we can talk right or in the street,
But my gun talks first
'Cause he loves to speak? - bitch

That's when we ride on bitches,
You fucking faggot snitches,
So don't you try, we're packing 9's,
We leave you dead in ditches.